Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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“It’s alright, General Liu, Commander… perhaps you just need some time to calm down…” Even 95 couldn’t quite understand what Luo Fan was thinking: “If you have any psychological burden, then stay by the Commander’s side and protect him.”

"Uh-huh......"

"Uh, General Liu, shall I go with you...?"

Only then did they realize that 97 had also come forward and asked awkwardly, seemingly asking General Liu, but actually asking his own older sister.

General Liu naturally had no objection: "Yes, of course."

95 naturally understood what her younger sister was thinking. Given the current situation, it was normal for her not to want to participate. 95 was actually planning to have her younger sister provide close protection for Luo Fan.

Meanwhile, the Ironblood Construction, AR Squad, and Rebellion Squad had already set off, including the action-oriented SCAR sisters. It was just a matter of wiping out a group of insignificant natives, which was not difficult at all. The only thing to consider was whether they could accept this kind of mission.

Fortunately, they don't really care about the lives of other people right now...

【boom】

The executioner, alchemist, and Eleanor, armed with their weapons, rushed into the building and began advancing up the stairs. AK12, wounded, stayed behind to recover. AK15 then spoke up: "Disobedience Squad, efficiency is paramount. No need to consider tactics, just eliminate them as quickly as possible."

"M4, I'm advancing. Maintain the pressure and cover me."

"Okay, RO, you and 15 go together, SOP come with me."

"Huh? Why can't I go with RO and the others? I wanted to take this opportunity to vent..."

SOP's expression seemed... genuinely regretful that he couldn't participate in the breakthrough, so M4 had no choice but to compromise: "Uh, okay... like the other squads, efficiency is paramount, let's eliminate them as quickly as possible."

"Great! Everyone here has to die...!"

After saying that, Gouzi, carrying a gun, kicked open the door...

......

"Who the hell are you?! No, don't come any closer...! Ahhhhhh!!"

"Damn it, what's going on? Hey...! There's someone here...! Uh!"

In their sleep, these locals, who were completely unaware of the situation, were subjected to an attack they had never imagined. Without the discipline of the military, they were more unstoppable than the military. They didn't even have guns; they were routed with just some cold weapons.

Eleanor kicked the door down, then brandished her scythe and rushed into the room, frantically slashing at the sleeping people. The murderous intent that flashed in her expressionless eyes was chilling.

"Anyone who stands in the Commander's way... shall die..."

The sparks from the sickle cutting across the ground were the only light source on the scene. With each stroke, more pools of blood appeared on the ground. When a woman staggered out of the flimsy door, she would soon be pierced through the back by a huge blade and dragged back into the darkness.

"No, no, please...! I have a child...! Ah!!!!"

【Puff】

"Hey, hey! Someone's robbing us in the middle of the night! Get ready to defend yourselves! Wait... they're here!"

Unable to form a defensive line in time, DP12 and AA12 rushed into the room with their mobile shields raised, suppressing the enemy with their absolute firepower advantage at close range. The combination of shield and spear made the attack invincible, and the walls were soon covered with splattered blood.

"Go wake up the people upstairs! Someone's there... Ah!"

Seeing that the floor had fallen, the survivors planned to retreat upstairs to call for reinforcements, but the wall next to them was suddenly smashed down, two iron hands grabbed their heads, and they were then squeezed into a pulp.

"Alchemist, did you get internal injuries from the blast?! Why are you so slow?!"

"That's still better than your half-broken knife!"

The two rushed up the stairs almost at breakneck speed, vying to enter the floor and clear out the area. The girls behind them, armed with guns, could hardly keep up with their pace. At this moment, firearms might actually be a limitation due to their tactics, and their extreme use of melee weapons allowed them to achieve the highest breakthrough efficiency.

"You idiots, time to get up!"

The saboteurs went up to the upper levels and bombarded the area with grenades. After a round of clearing, other members conducted a more thorough search to ensure there were no possible survivors.

For these locals, it was an unexpected disaster. No one expected the helicopter to land here, nor did they expect that someone would kill them all in order to evacuate. They became the victims of this evacuation. Even if it was not necessary, it satisfied the girls' anger for a time.

And Luo Fan, he no longer has any sympathy for these irrelevant people...

Passing by the corpses scattered on the ground, Luo Fan had no interest in even glancing down at them. He simply stepped over them with the girls in charge of guarding them, listening as the sounds of fighting and gunfire gradually subsided, his eyes slowly shifting from the dim interior to the gloomy exterior.

Seeing that the last resistance fighters had been slaughtered and they had successfully reached the rooftop, the helicopters slowly landed, opened their doors, and there were four helicopters, enough for all of them to evacuate back to New York at the same time, and even enough to accommodate a few more seats in the cockpit.

Why...?

"You are the Godfather's transport targets, aren't you?"

"Correct."

"Then hurry up and sit down, we're leaving soon."

"But...we need to requisition it urgently..."

"Conquer...what...?"

【boom】

......

Pulling the trigger, 416 fired, shooting through the heads of the pilot and co-pilot. Luo Fan glanced at the other helicopters; their pilots and co-pilots had also been dealt with by the girls.

After throwing the body out of the cabin, the pilots took over the driving duties, while Lofan sat in the back and sent a text message to Williams on his phone...

......

"If there's a next time, and you leak our contact information to anyone, whoever it is... you're finished."

Sigh, voting

as the title

It's been a long time since I wrote any sweet stories. I had wanted to write some, but I'm not as good at it as I used to be. However, I feel that my style hasn't changed much. Even if my skill level has declined, it's still the same kind of sweet story.

Some people think we're too artsy, and lately there's been no opinion on how people feel about the sweet moments, so I'll just hold another poll. If you still want to see more sweet moments, then we'll keep trying and try to recapture that feeling. If you don't want to see any sweet moments and just want to keep going at a fast pace, then we'll skip those scenes and quickly move on to the main plot.

Of course, there are still many sweet moments in the "Metro Exodus" part, after all, this is the main purpose and theme of this part of the story.

1. Continue normal sugar delivery.

2. I'm stopping here; let's quickly move on to the main storyline.

Of course, if you want to read it, don't complain about being a literary youth. Unless you completely skip the early chapters or forget them, I've always maintained this style, and it hasn't changed much.

727 Beloved

For a period of time after the helicopter took off, it was not attacked. Perhaps it was not only Williams' network of connections that protected them, but the military would also not want to attack any marked helicopter after the withdrawal, as that would be bad for public opinion. Therefore, they are very safe now, and this is the only peaceful time they have experienced since leaving the quarantine zone.

It's not just exhaustion, but also... helplessness. There are so many things I want to say, but I don't know how to say them...

Luo Fan sat in the back seat, gazing at the burning ruins outside the porthole, his bitterness growing with the flickering flames.

It's so regrettable and tragic. How many people have they killed along the way? How many unnecessary and meaningless sacrifices have they made? The bridge bombing, the Rodin Gate infiltration operation, including the Russian veteran Korensky who was also in the quarantine zone—everyone has become a victim of this game.

It was only now that Luo Fan understood the meaning of Rodin's Gate...

Rodin's sculpture, The Gates of Hell, took 37 years to create. It depicts 186 figures constantly struggling and tormenting themselves with desire, fear, and ideals. As its name suggests, this place truly became the gates of hell, no longer the last beacon in the quarantine zone.

Only after the rage subsided can one calm down and reflect. Luo Fan had never felt that everything he had done was so meaningless, but now, reality had crushed their ideals, making them insignificant dust adrift in the era.

Looking up, he saw the girls covered in wounds. Luo Fan didn't even dare to look them in the eye. He was afraid that the immense self-blame would crush him completely. He was afraid of the regret that might show in the girls' eyes. He was a leader, and he was afraid of not being recognized. As a lover, he was even more afraid of not being trusted.

Even now, the girls have never had any other thoughts...

"commander?"

Her voice was cool and aloof, but she was trying to be more approachable. Luo Fan looked up and saw AR18, the android who had served as a proper soldier for a long time. The sharp and stern aura that belonged to soldiers had not faded from her face, but it was clear that she was trying to move closer to a gentler image.

At least for now, it can bring you a warmth that carries your ring—the warmth of those you love and who love you...

"...?"

He didn't answer, his eyes showing confusion; speaking was a very difficult thing for him now.

“This is not your fault.” She slowly shook her head, and together they looked out of the porthole at the world: “You were just swept up by the tide of the times. What negates you is not yourself, nor us, but those tragedies called ‘the times’ that you never cared about.”

"...?"

Luo Fan still couldn't understand the meaning behind her words. AR18 slowly turned her head and looked at the face of the man covered in wounds. She seemed to see his confusion and embarrassment and couldn't help but smile.

"You hope to be yourself, and you will only be yourself. Your abilities and your maverick spirit are the capital for your perverse actions. You hope to eradicate the scourge of the times with your own means, but in the end you were defeated by them, defeated by the most despicable desires of mankind, just like me in the past. So many ideals, so many sacrifices and dedications, but in the end, I was nothing more than a red signal light flashing under the bombing, not worth mentioning."

Yes, undeniably, at this moment, he had lost, lost completely. Luo Fan lowered his head, feeling utterly miserable.

AR18 lifted his face, forcing him to look at her, as if to imbue him with some kind of will, a will that he himself craved but had been constantly denying in the past.

"What I mean is, from now on, be yourself, do whatever you want. Since you can't control the tide of the times, become a part of it, pollute it, color it the way you want, after all..."

She glanced at SCAR-L beside her, understanding her status as a veteran of three World Wars, and hoped that she would give a suitable answer at this moment.

SCAR-L glanced sideways, noticing the other person's gaze, and slowly smiled, "This era is already rotten to the core, why can't it be rotten to the way we want it to be?"

[Sizzle]

The passenger in the front seat adjusted a Bluetooth speaker and placed it on the floor of the rear cabin. Then, the voice of an executioner could be heard coming from inside...

"That's right. Since we're all equally rotten, why can't we do it the way we like? Barrett, say something. You're badly injured, you must have something to say, right?"

"Uh... what I meant to say... was revenge... to kill every single one of those who took our lives away..."

Even through the speakers, you could hear Barrett's barely conscious state. Her vocal tractor was severely damaged, and the serious fall had left her completely immobile. She would need to go back and get it repaired.

“They’re right, my poor master,” Sirius, from another helicopter, joined the conversation: “There’s no one left in this era worth saving, unlike in the port…”

"This place is even more disgusting than I imagined, isn't it? Don't you really want to add even the slightest bit of decoration to this place? Even just a tiny bit?"

Even Shoukaku, who usually prefers peace and quiet, joined in the conversation and spoke freely. Meanwhile, Akagi and Taihou were already talking non-stop, filling the entire channel so that it was impossible to hear what anyone else was saying. They were mostly talking about going on a killing spree and seeking revenge, having a great time.

Everyone looked at each other, speechless. The atmosphere they had worked so hard to build up had been completely ruined...

A few seconds later, the argument on the other end suddenly stopped, and after a while, someone could be heard speaking again...

"Commander, this is Enterprise. Perhaps you are feeling guilty, remorseful, or even furious right now, wanting to wipe out all those who hurt us..."

On another helicopter, Enterprise covered the speaker to ensure the argument between the two ship girls behind her wouldn't interfere with her voice: "I know what kind of pressure that is. You're just like I used to be, traversing countless battlefields, witnessing countless partings, carrying long-cherished wishes and wills. But we're also a little different..."

This difference made Luo Fan instantly nervous. He was afraid that Enterprise would point out his shortcomings and the gap between them at any moment. After all, that was a fact. Enterprise's ability and achievements were undeniable, and she had the right to say such things. It was precisely this ship girl, who was shrouded in glory, that made Luo Fan so apprehensive at this moment...

"I am the object of everyone's expectations, and you are the object of everyone's deep love..."

"...?!"

728 A fake smile

"People outside the battlefield expect me to win and end the war. They expect a triumphant war hero. Perhaps after the war ends, I will receive badges, have a monument erected, and take photos with countless sailors and future generations, only to be silently forgotten in the dust of history, dying as a hero. But you are different..."

On the helicopter, Essex sat quietly beside the company, but when the company spoke emotionally, his usually stern and proud face trembled, a sight that moved everyone present...

"You didn't carry the expectations of countless people outside the battlefield; you were simply loved and hoped for by all of us. You didn't need to maintain the morals and public image required outside the port. We only stand by your side and fight for your ideals because of love. It is precisely this love that makes us forge ahead and remain unbreakable..."

She looked out the porthole, recalling countless struggles of the past, but all those memories had vanished like smoke, losing their commemorative significance. All she had now was this somewhat down-on-his-luck man and the companions who had stood by her side through thick and thin.

Looking down at his ring, he placed it before the porthole, his eyes blurring with the moonlight beyond the clouds. "You once asked me what I wanted to do after the war," he said. "I told you then that I would still go with you. Because it seems there's no place for me in this world except you. Peaceful times don't need heroes. Once the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked. Now we have nothing left to lose. So, for us, for yourself... from now on, do what you want to do, make this world what you want it to be. And no matter what you ultimately choose, we will always stand behind you, until war and the sea engulf my deck, until your life comes to an end..."

"Don't blame yourself, don't be afraid. We are all here. If you are a hero, we are the hero's wives and meritorious people. If you are a tyrant, we are the bandit's wives. There is nothing in this world that can shake us. The only thing that might exist is your unnecessary self-blame."

After all, no one ever intended to betray us, so why blame ourselves?

After he finished speaking, the cabin fell silent. No one spoke, but Luo Fan seemed to feel everyone's gaze across the night sky. He looked up and saw that all the girls were looking at him. It seemed that the company had made everything they wanted to say clear, and now all that was needed was for Luo Fan to make his own statement.

He was stunned at first, then his eyes welled up with tears. He didn't understand why, why his girls were so good to him? Even now, after leading everyone to failure, they were still so loyal and devoted, and they never even thought of regret.

What kind of pure love has sustained them and helped them get to where they are today? Can love alone really explain everything?

It seems that it really is possible...

"It seems that companies were very good at giving pre-battle speeches in the past; they were just too persuasive."

45 turned around from the passenger seat, smiling half-jokingly, trying to lighten the mood with teasing.

A cheerful voice came from the speakers again, accompanied by the sound of knocking on the porthole: "Commander, just take what Enterprise said as true. Look, I didn't say anything even though I lost an arm and a leg. I have no objection!"

Looking out the porthole, everyone noticed that the architect on another helicopter was tapping on the porthole with his severed hand, a wide, grinning smile on his face.

The atmosphere immediately became lively, and Luo Fan's expression seemed to improve. The girls continued to press their advantage...

“That’s right, Commander. We’ve all been abandoned by the times in our own worlds. From now on, there won’t be a next time,” M4 said, then handed the speaker to AR15 beside her: “Say something?”

AR15 was engrossed in listening, never expecting the other party to hand over the speaking power to him. He immediately blushed and was speechless for a moment.

"Uh, cough cough... I won't say anything. Anyway, whether you want to cause trouble or just be a good citizen, we'll be there for you. It's all up to you."

"Yeah, Commander! I could live in a bar from now on and do absolutely nothing! Uh... though I'd still rather smash the heads of those who bullied us..."

The dog buried its head in AR15's arms, masking its emotions with a cheerful tone.

Yeah, smash their heads in...